Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.